This is what happens when I’m not in the office one day a week to do research. I get an email marked urgent with the following subject:
CALL THE OFFICE ASAP!!!!!!!!!
There is nothing in the body except for a long signature with one of those silly confidential disclaimers. I keep telling people that these things have no legal weight, but they still slap them on their emails anyway. But that’s a whole other issue.
I also got a voicemail, with about the same amount of information: “Please call the office as soon as you get this!”. Crap!
I was totally convinced that some shit has transpired that will require me to physically be there in the office today. Most likely the server went to shit again, or someone’s workstation blew up, someone mangled the tape drive, or the sprinklers went of and all our hardware is fried… Or something like that. So much for spending a nice quiet day on campus. So I made the call dreading to hear the amount of damage that we just sustained.
It turns out that they were looking for an Office 2k CD, and they just managed to find it. So they really didn’t need my help anymore…
Holly CRAP! I nearly had a heart attack here, over a stupid CD. I swear, some days I feel like I should hire a babysitter :P